Mother and daughter are deeply in love, and love is eternal

Today, I saw a small story, which touched a lot, touched people deeply, and there is true feelings in the world. Without further ado, on the goods!

By accident, my father died. The mother worked in a magazine, the daughter was only sixteen years old, a high school student, usually liked to draw, unfortunately the daughter suffered from rheumatic heart disease.

In the spring of her sophomore year of high school, my daughter suddenly proposed to use her spare time to paint pedestrians on the street, saying that she could test the level of her painting. But the mother did not agree, because the mother knew her daughter's body and could not withstand such a toss in any case.

My mother pretended to be very calm and said, "If you want to paint a portrait, you can paint it for your mother." The daughter said: "All day long in front of your face, painting and painting is the same, I don't want to paint!"

And my mother said, "I can change my posture and expression for you to choose." The daughter still does not listen, and must go to the street to paint a portrait of pedestrians. The mother was a little angry, but she did not expect her daughter to be more stubborn, with a straight face, carrying a small stool, carrying a drawing board, and going out.

It wasn't until it was dark that her daughter came back, her face full of sweat, her face full of redness, and she was so happy that she hurriedly took a few bites of food and went to sleep. At night, the mother heard the daughter's moans, the daughter is a seriously ill child, where can withstand such tiredness, the mother's heart is so painful...

I thought it was just a whim of my daughter, but my daughter confessed to it, and the next day she actually made a small cardboard with the words: "Please let me give you a portrait, you only need to pay one yuan." The daughter said: "According to the money I get, I can calculate how many people have asked me to paint a portrait, and then I can know the level of my own level, otherwise how can I remember the number of people?" The mother was really angry this time, although the life of the mother and daughter was bitter, but she was convinced that what the daughter got, spiritual, material, was not less than other children, to say that suffering, suffering is only the mother herself, and now the daughter does not understand the mother's heart, in this way in the public to lose her face, lose her mother's face, what is the difference between this and the beggar?

In the end, however, the mother gave in. Therefore, in the streets of the city, people can often see such a scene: a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, sick and crooked, holding a painting tool in her hand, sitting on a small bench, next to the girl, is a mother in her forties, she bowed her head, but held high for her daughter an umbrella to shield the sun and wind and rain, and in front of the mother and daughter, there was the small cardboard.

A month later, the small piggy bank contained only fifty yuan, but the daughter fell ill and never woke up again...

Not long after, Mother's Day arrived. Seeing the flowers on the street, the mother remembered that when her daughter was alive, every Mother's Day, she could not forget to send her a bouquet of flowers, although the flowers were not expensive, sometimes even the daughter was picked from the wild, but the mother felt great satisfaction, thinking of this, the mother ran back home, holding the photo of her daughter and crying...

At dusk, the doorbell rang, and in came a strange girl with a large bouquet of fragrant carnations in her hand. The mother was stunned and asked the girl if she had walked through the wrong door, the girl smiled sweetly, shook her head, sent flowers into her mother's arms, said "Happy Holidays", and then gently covered the door for her mother and quietly left.

The years flew by, another Mother's Day arrived, at dusk, the doorbell rang again, and someone sent flowers, sincerely saying "Happy Holidays", but this time it was a boy who sent flowers. Many years after that, on Mother's Day, the mother will receive flowers, and the fragrance of the human world, the love, will make her break free from the grief of the widow, and restore the cheerfulness and self-confidence of the past.

The mother did not know that the bouquet of flowers sent by the flower shop for the first time was ordered for her by the fifty yuan that her daughter earned from painting and painting. It turned out that the daughter knew that her time was short, and wanted to leave a good memory for her mother, so she thought of such a way...

This incident deeply touched the staff of the florist. Since then, sending flowers on Mother's Day has become the tradition of this flower shop, although the flower shop has changed owners several times, this tradition has never changed...

Filial daughters; great maternal love; kind florists... The true feelings of the world warm everyone.

What do you say, leaders?